Oh my god, writing this has been like pulling teeth for me! I hate not having complete creative freedom loooool.

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Can we just talk about Murphy in the scene where Rocco brings the boys their clothes and rosaries at the station? Cause I watched it like a billion times and his laugh is the most precious thing to ever grace this world, it hurts my soul. o.O

Lila sat between her boys, her fingers drumming anxiously on the table. They were in the interrogation room as Agent Smecker spoke to the boys. She had seen his questioning glances towards her, like he was figuring out how she fit into all this, which twin she was with. But the boys subconsciously gravitated towards her, Murphy's arm around her shoulder and Connors hand on her knee. She saw the look of realisation cross the man's face then, but he didn't comment on it. The way they were sat reminded Lila of the second time she had ever met the boys, when she had been feeling much better and introduced herself. How Connor got her to sit with them and have a drink, Murphy's arm around her, Connors hand on her knee. She thought they were just being friendly at the time, now looking back, they were probably trying to get in her pants. She would have gone along with it, but she had been so unaware they would even like her that way. Things worked out for the best though, she wouldn't change what happened with them for anything.

The boys were showing off their language skills, sneakily talking about the man himself as he looked on impressed. He settled his eyes onto her then with a smile.

"What about you doll? Can you speak any other languages?" He asked curiously.

"Just Irish. These two assholes always switch to something I can't understand when they don't want me to know something." She said dryly, rolling her eyes a little. The boys huffed out a laugh next to her and Smecker grinned. The man seemed decent enough, he believed their story, the evidence backed them up. It was self-defense and they were free to go, Lila was overwhelmed with relief. The boys had been clear they didn't want to talk to the press or want pictures, especially adamant about Lila being kept out of it all. They didn't need a price on their heads for what they had done, they didn't want anyone to know it was them, especially their fucking mother. They'd asked to stay at the station overnight, that way they could wait for the press to leave.

Lila sat on one of the cots in the cell. She didn't much like the idea of sleeping in a cell but it wouldn't be locked, they weren't being held at least. The boys had requested an extra bed and positioned them so they were right next to each other. They wouldn't be able to be such a tangle of limbs as they were used to, the beds would most likely shift in the night and one of them would fall down the gap, but at least they could still be close. The boys were playing cards with two officers when Rocco bound in, pile of clothes in hand.

"Yeah!" Murphy exclaimed excitedly, literally jumping up from where he sat. Rocco tossed the clothes on the cot just in time for Murphy to grab him in a big hug. Lila couldn't help but smile as Murphys beautiful boyish laugh filled up the cell. She loved that laugh, and she came very close not to hearing it ever again. Her smile vanished. Connor had gotten up too and Rocco produced the boys' rosaries, always the best friend he was and knowing they'd want them. Lila stood up and blinked at him. It hit her again just how close she had been to never seeing anyone again. She was so emotional it was driving her insane.

The three boys turned to her then, the boys picking up on her emotional state and Connor watched her carefully, Murphy gave her a sympathetic smile. Rocco grinned at her, almost running over and grabbing her in a bear hug, actually lifting her off her feet for a moment. When he set her feet back down and went to move away, she tightened her arms around him, burying her face in his neck as she tried to get a hold of herself, a few tears escaping. Rocco heard her sniffle and he frowned, he'd heard what had happened and he knew it must have been scary for them all. He just held her tight and rubbed her back soothingly. The twins cleared their throats behind them, and Lila finally released Rocco. Connor quirked a brow amused at her overly affectionate hug and Murphy squinted. It wasn't until they saw her wipe her eyes and sniffle a little that they realised how upset she was.

She hadn't really spoken much since they got here, they'd all been through a lot with this and they were all trying to deal with it. It had been hard for the boys, being faced with the reality of once again almost losing each other. For Connor, he knew what that felt like, Murphy had actually died on him once and like fuck he was going through that again. He would walk through the flames of hell to let his brother have one more breath on this planet, and it was his sheer overriding need to protect Murphy that had him launching himself from the fucking roof. Then there had been Lila. When he was cuffed to the toilet his mind was alight with every awful thing those assholes were going to do to her. There was no chance in hell he was going to let them do that to his lass. Murphy, he had his first real taste of having to control his rage. Held at gunpoint with his girl, he couldn't just go off on these pricks. Connor was fucking cuffed to a toilet and he couldn't take them on his own. He had been in between accepting their fate, begrudgingly of course, and also believing that God wouldn't allow this, that something, fucking anything would stop it from happening. Why would he be brought back from the other side, why would he and his brother survive what they did just for it to end like this? He knew there was more, he knew it wasn't their time. He didn't fucking expect that something to be his own twin throwing a bog off the roof and flying along right after it, that had been a surprise. But he guessed his brother's movies did come in handy after all.

The boys had been too busy dealing with their own emotions of it to really think about how their girl felt about it all. She had been there after all, witnessing it all. When they willed her to run in the loft, to just get out of there, they should have known she wouldn't have listened. And the second that gun got pointed at her, the boys shared such a blind fear they'd never felt before. And she fucking stood there, clutching a frying pan ready to attack, to help them. Connor might have laughed if the situation wasn't so life-threatening. All it took was Murphy's life being threatened and she dropped the pan with no hesitation, and they could see on her face how scared she was, how she knew she couldn't do shit about it. Murphy had been so mad at her, how she hadn't ran when he told her to, how she was ready to use a pan on these fuckers to try and help, like that would do any good and they wouldn't just shoot her. But now he could think back, he understood why she hadn't left them, because he knew he wouldn't either.

She seemed distant now, not as bad as after the car accident, but still a little off, and the boys worried about her. They didn't want her to go away again, it had been hard enough dealing with that after the whole Murphy thing. She needed to just let it out, to feel and deal with it. They were just glad she cried a little when she hugged Rocco, it was better than nothing.

She moved to sit back on the cot before the boys could move to her and they shared a look, she was putting off a definite vibe of not wanting to be touched and whilst Connor was happy to listen to her if that's what would make her feel better, Murphy hated it. He just wanted to curl around her, inhale her soothing scent, kiss her. His right hand twitched as he looked at her, desperate to go to her and touch her. Connor pat him on the back, snapping him out of it and giving him a pointed look. The officers had left and Rocco stayed for a bit, playing cards with the brothers and just having a laugh. Lila didn't join in, she just sat there for a while before laying down on her cot. She had put on her jeans now but was still wearing Murphy's shirt she slept in and the boys were in their jeans. She didn't realise she dozed off until the boys got in their own cots later after Rocco had left. They couldn't attach themselves to her like they usually did since the cots would move. So Connor reached out and rested a hand on her hip from behind her, Murphy taking the hand she had in front on her face. She blinked sleepily at him and he smiled, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it sweetly. She couldn't help but smile back, and she rested her other hand over Connors on her hip. The boys relaxed, happy she was letting them touch her, be close to her. Everything felt right with the world when they were connected like this.

Thunder booming in the sky, Lila flinched in her sleep, her eyes fluttering around behind her closed eyelids. The priest's words from the St Patrick's day mass swirled around her head. She couldn't breathe, her body jerking in her sleep. Suddenly she gasped for air as her body lurched to sit up. She was panting and she jumped out of her skin when she heard the boys next to her.

"Destroy all that which is evil…"

"So that which is good may flourish."

Lila blinked at them, noticing they too were in the same state as her, she was still trying to catch her breath as she looked from one to the other, confused as hell. She had never shared a dream with the boys before, that was fucking new. The boys were looking at each other intensely before their eyes finally settled on the girl between them, her hand over her chest as she tried to breathe normally. They looked back to each other, concerned that she too had the dream.

They knew what that dream meant, they didn't need to analyse it or question it, they just knew, as clear as they just knew their own name. They were being called by God, to be his soldiers in a world gone awry. It made sense now, why Murphy had been brought back, his purpose alongside his brother. This was what they were here for. They were brought out of their thoughts by Lila.

"The fuck was that?" She whispered, furrowing her brow as she glanced from Connor to Murphy. They weren't sure what to say, she had their dream, she would have felt it. It seemed more like a rhetorical question than anything else and they didn't really know how to vocalise it. The boys knew things were about to change dramatically, and they weren't quite sure where their girl fit into it all. Connor lay back down, pulling Lila to lay too and putting his hand on her hip once again. She was still tired and confused so she complied, watching as Murphy lay back down in front of her and held her hand. Before long the three of them were back asleep.

Lila woke before the boys, she felt restless, the dream was bothering her, it didn't feel like an ordinary dream and it unsettled her beyond belief. She knew, she just knew what it meant for the boys, she had no idea what the fuck they'd do with the information, but she knew just as they did what was being asked of them, and she didn't like it one bit. She stood near the bars, just looking out and wondering what this meant for them all, when the boys woke up. She watched carefully as they sat up sleepily, pulling on their shirts. The boys' locked eyes for a minute and Lila tensed when she realised they seemed to be blocking her, even as tired as they were. She couldn't get a read on them and it irritated her. They turned to look at her then and she looked away, she didn't like how things were changing between them all. She heard a beeping and looked over, watching as Murphy grabbed the pager and tossed it to his brother.

"It's the fuckin' Russians pager." Murphy grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake up more.

Connor nodded, standing and grabbing his coat and slinging it on, Murphy following suit. Connor grabbed Lilas hoodie and walked over, giving her a tentative smile as he held it for her, sliding it on her. She smiled back weakly, and zipped it up. He watched her carefully and rested his hands on her neck, just looking down at her. She blinked up at him, no words needed. Things were different now and none of them really knew what to expect, but none of them could fight it either. He leant down and kissed her lips softly, just wanting to be close to her for a moment. When he moved away, Murphy came over, tugging on her wrist to yank her closer to him with a boyish grin. She smiled up at him as she hit his chest. He wound a hand in her hair as his mouth captured hers, his kiss more demanding than his brothers had been. Her whole body tingled as his tongue caressed hers and suddenly he was pulled away, Connor smirking at them both and quirking a brow.

"Spoilsport." Murphy grumbled, giving his brother a good-natured punch to the arm.

They walked out of the cell and the cops cheered them, Lila was trailing behind Murphy and she snorted as the boy raised his arms, seemingly enjoying the attention. The cops were shaking their hands and smiling at her and she felt awkward as shit, inching closer to Murphy.

"Be right back." Connor muttered to Murphy, slinking off. Lila watched carefully as he made his way to the phone, pager in hand. A sense of dread washed over her, knowing what he was doing. Murphy wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and snapping her attention to him instead of his brother. He gave her a reassuring smile and nuzzled her cheek affectionately, making her blush as the cops watched on. They were offered coffee and donuts and Lila sipped the coffee grateful for the fucking caffeine, it didn't quite taste like the coffee she was used to making at home, but it would do.

"What's this?" Murphy asked as a cop handed him the paper.

'The Saints and Angel of South Boston'

Lila blanched when she read the headline and Murphy quirked his brow.

"The Saints?" He asked sounding a little amused. He dipped his fingers in his coffee, flicking it at the cops like he was anointing them.

"The body o' Christ, the body o' Christ." He smirked, making Lila glance to him with a snort. He turned to look at her, giving her an innocent grin and she shook her head.

"Ye read that love? Yer an angel." He smirked devilishly at her, hand winding into her hair.

"Hardly." She snorted, her cheeks flushing.

Connor came back, taking her hand as he looked to Murphy, having a mental conversation she wasn't privy to and she chewed the inside of her cheek as she watched him.

"Alright, let's head home." He said, flashing her a grin, she didn't return it though and he frowned a little. She was silent the whole way home, the brothers talking in a language she couldn't understand, it was driving her insane that they were keeping shit from her, important shit if the dream she shared with them was anything to go by. When they made it to the loft, the door was on the floor and the toilet was obviously gone, leaving a puddle of wet behind.

"Fantastic." Lila huffed, taking her hoodie off and throwing it over the couch. Connor picked the door up and placed it against the wall, looking over the hinges, it could be fixed, wasn't the end of the world. The toilet though, well that was another matter.

"The empty apartment next door has a workin' toilet, guess we'll have te use that for now." Murphy sighed, glancing around the place. It felt weird being back here after what happened.

Lila noticed the screen on the floor, ruined from all the water from the toilet and she heaved a sigh. She jumped when Murphy came up behind her, resting his hands on her tummy.

"We've got some shit te take care o' m'girl, we'll be back soon." He whispered, kissing her neck sweetly. She tensed and moved away, turning to look at him firmly and glancing to his twin.

"Shit? Like what shit?" She asked bluntly, eyeing them both carefully. She had her ideas but she wanted to hear it from them. Murphy licked his lower lip and his eyes found the floor very interesting for a moment, Connor shifted on his feet feeling uncomfortable.

"Just somethin' we have te do sweetheart. We want ye te stay here and be safe." He stated vaguely, his voice firm as he looked her square in the eye, telling her she had no choice.

"I have a right to know what my fiances are doing, don't you think?" She snapped, eyes blazing at their secrecy. They didn't keep shit from each other, now they were blocking her and being evasive. Connor sighed and Murphy looked at her forlornly.

"Lila, love, we don't need te tell ye, ye had the dream wit' us, ye already know." He said regretfully, not wanting to vocalize it, not wanting to leave her, but they had no choice. They could take care of shit then come back to their girl.

"Right, destroy all that which is evil, so that which is good may flourish… awesome. So whilst you two go out their playing superheroes, I'll just wait here and worry myself to death, that it?" She scoffed, shaking her head bitterly.

Murphy took a step forward, reaching for her hand but she took a step back out of his reach.

"Just go, if you don't, I won't let you leave." She bit out, not able to look at them. She understood they had to do it, she got it, she felt the dream, she couldn't explain it but she knew as well as they did that God had given them this task, she just couldn't figure out why it had to be her boys. They looked at her regretfully, wanting nothing more than to kiss and hug her goodbye, but she had shut them out. They understood her apprehension, the fact she would indeed just be sat there worried for them didn't sound appealing to them either, but they sure as shit weren't taking her with them.

"We love ye Lila." They said in unison, heading to the door and casting her one last longing glance.

"I love you too." She whispered, sitting on the bed and running her hands through her wild hair.

The boys disappeared through what was once the door and she tried to will away the lump in her throat. She could try to keep herself busy whilst they were gone, try not to think about the fact they were off on some vigilante mission from God, that anything could go wrong, they weren't exactly experts at killing bad guys just because they killed two with a fucking toilet.

"How the fuck did this even happen?" She asked herself, a bitter tone to her voice. She heaved a sigh and got up, first on her agenda was fixing the door, she felt unsettled just out in the open like this.

An hour later and she was stood with Mr O'Keefe as he finished fixing the door. She pulled out a $20 from her pocket and handed it to him but he shook his head and gave her a warm smile.

"No lass, those boy o' yers did good. Ye don't need te pay me." His words unsettled her, of course the people here knew, the FBI and cops had been around asking questions. But the old man's smile made her relax just slightly, he was on their side. She knew this neighbourhood was 100% Irish and none of them were about to rat them out that these three were the ones in the paper. Only the people living here would connect the dots. She just nodded, giving him a weary smile before he left.

She glanced to the toilet, or lack thereof, she couldn't really do much about that one. She'd need to buy a new one, but she didn't know how much it would cost. For now they could just use the one next door like Murphy suggested. She needed to mop up all the water though. She grabbed all the towels they had, soaking up the water. The towels were a mess when she was finally done and she went to the fire escape, tossing them over and watching them land in the dumpster. The same dumpster Murphy was next to, on his knees at gunpoint. Her gut clenched, wondering where they were, if they were okay.

She spent the rest of the night cleaning, trying to scrub every trace of the Russians existence from the place. When she was done she felt a little better, but she still hadn't heard from the boys, they weren't back and she hadn't had a phone call. She switched on the tv and just sat there for a while watching, and then the news came on. Her eyes widened as they reported the murders in Copley Plaza, she knew it was them, it had to be. But if they were done, where the fuck were they? She ended up falling asleep from exhaustion on the couch waiting for them, not being able to keep her eyes open any longer.